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[ Now what is going on?]

For once.

[Only answer he needs. And he's not providing any other reply. Within fifteen minutes he's striding through the door, closing it behind him and locking it with a swift click, jacket and back placed on the table.

Hux presses his lips together, gloved fingers slowly rolling his sleeves up to his elbows as he stalks forward, not saying a word, his jaw set.]

[That was it? Ren waits five minutes before shrugging it off, going back to checking the networks for any sign of what the others could be up to. It's only when he hears the door opening that Ren remembers the message from Hux and he's unsurprised to see the other man right there.

What is surprising is the demeanor. Something is off, Ren doesn't even need to be a mind reader to know that much. Hux always was suspicious when he went quiet and Ren raises his eyebrows in a questioning look.]

Run out of work to do, General?

Not exactly.

[The words roll off Hux's tongue, all dark tone and careful choice. He stalks forward until he is standing in front of Ren, and--well. He has a plan, and unless Kylo stops him, he's enacting it.

He leans forward, placing one hand on the back of the couch near the side of the other's head, while the other slides down his chest, moving south. It clearly advertises what he's going for. A chance to have Ren stop him. Green eyes lock with dark, intense and intent. Yes, something has gotten into him, worked him up. He means to have it out.]

[Not exactly? It meant only one thing, that Hux has something planned. Right now Ren knows he can either sit there and see what it is and enjoy the surprise, or he can simply shrug and walk of. That much is obvious at least and he flicks his gaze to the hand by his head before turning it back to lock with Hux's.

Interesting. Something has wound the General up to no end, enough that he felt the need to be standing there, staring him down with a look full of heat and promise. Ren knows he'd have to be dead not to feel his pulse jump at the hand that's slowly trailing down and he can't help but tilt his chin up, expression a mix of amusement and defiance.] What's the problem?

[Doesn't answer the question. Because why provide an answer when he can't fully articulate it himself? Instead he just closes the distance between them, capturing Ren's lips in a bruising kiss, biting a bit harder than he perhaps should, but they both knew their limits.

His hand keeps traveling down, finally pressing against the other's groin, palm pressing gently, fingers teasing though fabric. He needs no words to articulate what he wants, right now. Hux's other hand moves to brush into Ren's hair, leather-clad fingers tangling into those thick strands.]

[Despite half expecting Hux's reaction, Ren is somewhat stunned when the General kisses him and kisses him hard. He can already taste the coppery tang of blood from where Hux has bitten him and he'd be a liar if he said it didn't turn him on all the more. Something has gotten under Hux's skin and Ren is more than happy to take advantage of it.

Both hands move to settle at Hux's sides, pressure firm as he kisses back just as hard. The hand at his hair isn't unwelcome and Ren tugs at Hux's lower lip with his teeth, making sure to return the favor with a sharp bite. He wants to see where this goes, will go along with it to see just how much Hux is going to let go of that perfect control and he groans quietly against the General's lips, hoping it'll simply spur the other on some more.]

[This is what he was craving. Without asking, without having to say a word, Ren knows what he needs. Pressure on his hips, biting his own lip in turn...it makes this heart beat harder in his chest. He can taste his own blood, mingling with the taste of Ren's; it makes him groan in turn, which gets lost in the sound of Ren's own voice. If the other wanted to spur him on, it is having the right effect.

Hux slips down his knees, pressing himself against the edge of the couch and in between the other's legs. It changes the angle, puts him at a disadvantage for control, but he's looking for power in other ways--his own control is not necessarily the aim, here. Finally breaking the kiss, he pants against Ren's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, at the hollow just under his ear (he's mapped out those places that make the man squirm long ago...he could navigate upon this skin...).

His hand remains in Ren's hair, even as he places the other flat against his groin, palming at him though his pants. Hux's fingers curl, stroke, just wanting to tease at him before even bothering to open them up.]

[Ren can tell what it is Hux wants and needs without asking, can feel it in every single motion the other makes. It's evident in just how hard Hux is kissing him, the pair of them taking out unspoken frustrations on each other as they bite and draw blood. The coppery tang is welcome as Ren feels his pulse begin to race, his curiosity melting away into nothing but want.

He can't help the small grumble at the back of his throat when Hux breaks the kiss, finding that small disagreement brief when the General puts his mouth to even better use behind one ear. Ren loathed that Hux had found a weak spot so early on, something that would make him relent control so easily. He's not complaining, though, not when Hux is being so thorough with his mouth as he slides on to his knees.

Now Hux has shifted he can't help but mimic as he slides one hand through the hair at the back of Hux's head, twisting firmly once as the General begins his tease. Ren can't even help the small, hiss of breath as Hux begins to stroke at him through his pants as he begins to react to the touch. There's still a powerplay despite Ren knowing full well he's on the losing side this time, and he keeps his voice low, murmuring his words against the shell of the ginger's ear.] Is that all?

[It shouldn't be so easy, the way they fall into each other, the way they can read each other's wants and desires--but it is, and Hux doesn't question it. Somehow, it makes sense; in this strange world, their duality, the each side of the coin they occupy has turned into...this.

Fingers reflexively squeeze when his hair is twisted, a shudder sliding down his spine that Ren had to have felt, Force or no. Letting out a soft growl against the other's ear, he nips at the lobe, letting out a panting breath as he tries to gather his thoughts, wanting to sound as if still has control, even if Hux feels it fraying at the edges (as it has been, since he walked in).

Ren's tone--he would be lying if he said it didn't strike at some dark chord within him, his own arousal heightening at the sound of it.]

No.

[Hux pulls back, then, catching Ren's eyes with his; he knows he might look already slightly debauched--green eyes blown wide, lips smeared with shared blood. But he just smirks, and starts to shift downward, hands finally moving to open Ren's pants with deft fingers, his mouth shifting to press open mouthed kisses to an exposed hip, teeth raking across the skin, sucking.

Ren will have to help him by lifting his hips up to get his pants down enough to expose him completely, but even before that Hux has a hand on him, thumb sliding along the head of his cock, slick with precome, while long fingers encircle the shaft, stroking once.

[If Ren were to take stock of what was actually going on between the pair of them, he'd be concerned and almost rightly so. It is almost effortless in the way the compliment each other with the First Order noose removed from them and later, in the recesses of the night, Ren would spend some time turning that idea over in his mind. For now though, he's more interested in the sight of Hux moving southwards, catching the ginger's heated gaze with one of his own.

Hux needed to look like that more often. There's something almost sinful in the way the General looks right now, the crimson stains on thoroughly kissed lips merely complimenting the look. Ren makes sure to keep that eye-contact as he licks the blood from his own, silently thrilling as Hux begins paying attention to his hips. There's a small debate over if he should move or not, making it easier for Hux to get his pants down or to make the other work for it.

The hand at his cock makes Ren's mind up instantly as he automatically shifts his hips upwards, seeking more of that touch as he silently urges Hux to get a move on and letting the other have some room for movement. Didn't that man know just how hot he looked down there, or was this some form of torture he's just devised? Ren isn't sure, can't be bothered to use the force to find out when he's too busy relishing in the way Hux swipes his thumb, silently vowing that one day he would break the General good and proper as he shredded the last vestiges of that self-control.] Prove it.

[Hux knows that the why of what is going on right now should trouble him. But in the moment, pressed up against Ren, fingers wrapped around his cock, hand moving to pull the fabric of his pants down as the other man canted his hips up to help him--he can't find it within him to care. He has always been a man who compartmentalized. Some things mattered more than others, and when one thing mattered more it stayed in the forefront, while the other things were locked away and pushed down for introspection on a later day (if at all).

Once Kylo's pants are pushed down around his ankles, Hux is able to work on his target in earnest, and with all things, once he has goal--he does not waver. Hux can't help but shiver at the look Ren gives him, the way he licks at his lips. He may be the one on his knees, but right now, he wants to be the one to make Ren lose control.

Not breaking eye contact, Hux lowers his head down, slowly taking Kylo's cock into his mouth, breathing out as he takes as much as he can. He presses his tongue flat against the underside, forcing himself to relax, even as he feels the head pressing up against the back of his throat. Hux's free hand moves to rest on Ren's hip, not holding him down or restraining him, but simply pressing on some of the bruises he made earlier, giving a bit of pain to the pleasure. ]

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